• Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    there is no love.
    can you feel it too?

    Blood is red,
    bruises are blue,
    Flirt with me,
    and I will kill you.

    All love is an excuse,
    true or not,
    Love is heartbreak,
    and makes my stomach do a knot.

    They ask why.
    do i always look like i'm gonna cry?
    it's because,
    I dont know what will happen when i die,
    I wish i could cry...
    but the tears are now the sky.